“Special Delivery”

I stood outside my own house, disguised in a pizza delivery uniform, gripping the box tightly. My heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of rage and anticipation bubbling inside me.

I had worked so hard, making sacrifices to provide for our family, while my husband, Jake, stayed home. I never questioned it—until I noticed the recurring pizza orders on our account, always placed minutes after I left for work.

Curious, I checked the delivery notes. **“Ring twice. Don’t knock. Bring extra napkins.”**

Something in my gut told me to dig deeper. So I did. I called the pizza place, pretended to be my husband’s sister, and sweet-talked the worker into confirming the orders. **Two pizzas, every Wednesday and Friday, like clockwork. Always when I was gone.**

And then I saw the name on the order: **”For Jake & M.”**

M.

I knew an *M.*

A woman who, up until this moment, I had considered a *friend.*

So, I hatched a plan.

Dressed as a delivery person, helmet obscuring my face, I rang the doorbell. Twice.

Jake answered the door, grinning. “Wow, that was fast,” he chuckled, handing me a twenty without a second glance.

And then—she appeared behind him.

*Megan.*

I froze. My fingers clenched around the pizza box.

“Oh, babe, you didn’t have to tip so much,” Megan giggled, wrapping her arms around *my husband’s* waist.

The rage inside me turned to ice.

I reached up and yanked off my helmet.

Jake’s face drained of color. Megan gasped, her smile vanishing.

“Go ahead,” I said, voice eerily calm. “Open the box.”

With shaking hands, Jake lifted the lid.

Inside, instead of pizza, were **printed screenshots of their text messages, photos of them together, and a crisp envelope labeled ‘DIVORCE PAPERS.’**

Jake staggered back. “I-I can explain—”

I snatched the twenty from his hand and stuffed it into my pocket.

“Consider that *your* tip,” I smirked, stepping back.

Then, I turned to Megan.

“Hope the pizza was worth it, *M.*”

And with that, I walked away—leaving them standing there, stunned, as their dirty little secret crumbled before them.